Not too long ago I spent some time with my old friend Zack in a redwood forest. We stopped by a stream and smoked joints under the glistening green canopy watching the way our exhalations danced and dissipated. One thing we both agreed on: Now that we had made it over the initial hump of hyperspatial discovery, a lot of the fiction we had read recently just seemed boring, or lacking a certain depth we had grown accustomed to in our waking lives.
Like the same way we all come to the Nexus, and not Twitter, to seek out our like-minded tribe, there is a certain alienation and evolution that comes along even with our sense of entertainment. I wanted something a little … deeper. We asked ourselves, “what would we want to read?” Wide smiles mischievously grew across our mirrored faces, and the next time I heard from him, Emily Virosa was born.
Quote:Emily Virosa is the first novel in a trilogy by Zack Hunter that was improvised somewhere in the mountains of California over the course of thirteen nights in the summer of 2012; paving the way for a new breed of fiction that playfully instigates the phenomenological possibilities of who and what we are. It isn’t exactly a love story any more than a synesthetic map to the other side of reality.
What does a private eye, TOR, ayahuasca, sex, an independent research team, a naked zombie attack in Florida, bioengineering, the world’s largest banks, space travel, permaculture, a leather belt with a Burning Man symbol branded onto it and Epinephelus malabaricus all have to do with one another?
“I couldn’t even tell you how it works if I tried. Some things you just have to learn on your own.” – Emily Virosa
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